Dominion Fracture of the Iron Crown | TSC Dominion of Humbarine

[Emissary of Strife]

In the aftermath of the Galactic Empire’s dissolution, the Grand Moff Arage Bao, Queen of Kuat and Lord Admiral of Humbarine, has disappeared.

With her absence, the state she ruled for decades has entered a crisis. The machinery of her state still functions, but without its architect, its components now strain against one another. As formerly loyal minions find their own ambition. As formal doctrine gives way to hunger and greed.

The Humbarine Admiralty moved swiftly. It declared a military regency in the Queen’s absence, reasserting control over Kuat and annexing Balmorra to secure critical industrial pipelines. Order was preserved, as their Queen would have wanted, but without the refinement of the past.

Chief among them was an ambitious man who claimed the title of Lord Admiral, Far’kwaad, a Humbarine native. Somehow, he got hold of an experimental weapon, a modern ship that was supposed to serve as a flagship for one of the Empire Commodores before their fracture at the hands of the Covenant.

Rumors now circulate that Lord Admiral Far’Kwaad is preparing a strike against the Sith Covenant to decapitate this threat before it can grow uncontrollably. These Imperials desire no rival to their own claims.

The Sith Council has taken notice from their own intelligence network. A call has gone out. The Covenant will not wait to be challenged. Humbarine will be broken, claimed, and finally remade.

OBJECTIVES​

OBJECTIVE ONE: KILL LORD ADMIRAL FAR'KWAAD

The Humbarine Admiralty is the main center of authority. Its members command fleets, legions, and decades of institutional loyalty. Covenant forces are tasked with dismantling the Admiralty through assassination, subversion, public execution, or internal collapse. Admirals may defect. Others may resist to the last. The most important target is Lord Admiral Far’Kwaad on board his experimental flagship, the Revenant. If he is removed from the board, the rest may very well fold.

The end state is simple: no unified command must remain that can claim ownership over the Humbarine Rule.

OBJECTIVE TWO: SEIZE THE INDUSTRIAL APPARATUS

Humbarine’s nationalized industries were the backbone of Arage Bao’s regime. Shipyards, weapons foundries, logistics nexuses, and research complexes now sit in a state of uncertainty. Covenant operatives must take control of these assets intact where possible. This may involve crushing loyalist resistance, negotiating with pragmatic administrators, or uncovering hidden contingencies left behind by the old regime.

Victory is achieved when production serves Covenant interests exclusively.

OBJECTIVE THREE: BREAK THE IMPERIAL DOCTRINE

For decades, Humbarine was conditioned to obey a singular, inevitable authority. That belief must be destroyed. Covenant agents are instructed to spread influence, fear, and ideology throughout the Humbarine Reach. This can take the form of propaganda, public trials, ritualized domination, or the exposure of imperial lies and failures.

The population must come to understand one truth: the Iron Crown is gone, and the Covenant has replaced it wholesale.

Write-up courtesy of Mercy

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[Arris Windrun]

OBJECTIVE THREE
Tags: Lysander von Ascania | Nilira Vornix

Among the spoils of their victory against the Empire was the immense and thorough ISB data cache. Personnel files, access codes, transponder IDs, and more. Much, much more. It was enough for agents of the Covenant to slip in under the radar; as impressively independent as Bao's project was, there were still elements of the Galactic Empire that slipped inside before the setting sun.

Using this angle, Arris Windrun - joined by two others - arrived by freighter under cover in advance of the Covenant's main body. Their plan was simple: break into the intelligence apparatus, uncover dirt, and then spill that information in a campaign across the local HoloNet. They needed to paint ministers, admirals, and other tied-in officials as incompetent, corrupt, and (most importantly) pathetic.

2 HOURS BEFORE

Across the street, Arris Windrun smoked a cigarette from her alleyway. She looked at Lysander and Nilira behind her.

"The plan is simple. Lys - I need you on distraction. You're a press corps attache, responsible for imperial propaganda."

She handed him a pair of blank ID chits. "I don't care how, but you need to get behind the security desk and flash these access cards. Once they're hot, leave them in the refresher for Nilira and me to find. After that, I need ya to cause a scene at the front entrance, yeah?"

Then, she turned to Nilira. "You're with me. Once we've got those IDs and Lys has started the distraction, we'll slip inside."

Arris looked back to Lys. "Keep the scene going until I holler. Once they catch on, you'll be hitting them from behind."

PRESENT

Arris Windrun spied Lysander on the way in. Now she just needed to buy some time... Arris looked at Nilira.

"Be honest, were the pictures that bad?" Yeah. She didn't forget about the 'Zinder' incident.

 

[Lysander von Ascania]

Obj 3
Arris Windrun Nilira Vornix

Only a couple hours slipped away after Arris had laid out the plan. In that short window, He had prowled nearby streets, memorized the patrol routines, and tried to review whatever angles he could of the building in his mind. Turns out finding an outfit that actually blended in to sell the whole thing might’ve been the biggest challenge, assuming all else went smoothly.

Lysander walked forward, adjusting the collar of the grey Imperial suit. He'd spent enough time orbiting Mercy to learn the basics: take the order, smile on cue.. and don’t die? The cyborg on the other hand.. she was still somewhat of a mystery to him all these months later. At least the orders were straightforward enough.

He carried the ID chits in a pocket holster. His shoes were even polished just enough. All the minor details would be the difference between blending in and being stopped.

Stepping into the building, hands at his sides, a pair of patrols glanced up from the rifles. Lysander flashed a warm smile.

“Evening, gentlemen,” came smoothly, “Imperial Media Liaison. HQ sent me for a routine briefing on Holonet projections. Thought I’d drop by personally and make sure everything’s in order.”

The guards exchanged a glance. One squinted at the ID. Then he noticed the figure looking at his hand; more specifically, the fresh cut across his knuckles. Somewhere in the last two hours, someone had gotten knocked out.

Lysander tapped it lightly against the lanyard. “Security clearance up to date, of course. Protocol’s strict these days, isn't it?”

The taller guard gave a nod. “Right. Desk is that way.”

Crossing the security desk, another smile surfaced. "Lysander von Ascania," he said, producing the chits. “Override 8‑B from HQ. Temporary press IDs need re‑auth. So, could you show me the reader?” Once behind the counter, his tone dropped. "Help me with this and caf's on me after your shift. No strings." She tapped the reader, and the cards blinked green. He slid them into a tray labeled Temporary IDs. A tiny note was tucked beneath the stack.

And now the fun part..

“Hey! That man’s trying the side door!”

No time to linger; he moved fast in that direction.

 

[Tamsin Starfall]

Theme: Riot
OBJ: THREE: BREAK THE IMPERIAL DOCTRINE
Equipment: Twin Omens | Multi-Tool | Stars Enchained | Mind Crown | Z50
Tamsin Tag: Varin Mortifer | OPEN to others Joining

Her lips pursed hard together as she looked at her team. Well not her team exactly she wasn't sure who was in charge of this operation. Granted that was pretty par for the course everything was chaotic. Though the demon under the skin wanted to take control, wanted to call all the people on the team Magots for some reason. That was very clear by it screaming in her head to say it.

As she looked over those on the team one face brought her purse at straight up glare. She stared darts at the man or thing or whatever he was. The demon had a thought of calling him a fire hazard. He was definitely the weakest link in this team by far, but she had to learn to work with others no matter how dumb she thought they were.

Right teamwork, no going it alone. No lone avenger chit this time. Her eyes peeled away from Varin Mortifer and looked out over the busy street from the alleyway they were in. The goal was simple disrupt and break the last of the Imperial backbone in this area. What better way to do that then disrupt the financial market.

Rob, the biggest bank on Humbarine, cause as much chaos as possible in the process. Bonus if they could cause some of the populace to riot as well. Keep the authorities busy while others did more important things.

"We ready?"

She said as she sneered once more at Varin before looking across the street at the bank. She then pulled her mask over her face. In a muffled voice she spoke.

"We go on three, straight for the bank. Let's wreak some Havoc….One! Two!"

 

[Nilira Vornix]

Tag: Arris Windrun Lysander von Ascania

Nilira didn't quite understand the job. Not fully. How was this meant to help her education? It felt very much like she was being used as unpaid labour. Stealth wasn't exactly what Nilira had been expecting. The last time they did something like this, Arris had sent her, Varin and Acier to destroy stuff. No. That was a lie. She had Neriah. Not Nilira. Neriah was long dead. She had to keep reminding herself of that. Not that it mattered for the mission, as she patiently waited alongside Arris...At least somewhat patiently, until Arris started talking. About the Zinder Photos. A sigh escaping the Acolyte's lips afterwards.

"Aesthetically? Yes. They looked terrible. I thought the point of pictures for Zinder was to make you look good."

Nilira was as bluant as ever, as she leaned against the wall. Her arms folded along her front, as she did her best not to think about Zinder. Someone kept signing her up for it as a joke. And whilst that somewhat aggrevated the Acolyte, what really annoyed was that no-one ever seemed to actually respond to her. No-one was ever actually interested in going with Nilira. Though she did her best to try and not focus on it.

"But less painful to look at. The void isn't there in photos. You look more...alive in the photos."

She shrugged her shoulders at that, though the Acolyte tilted her head in thought before looking over towards Arris, narrowing her eyes for a moment.

"...Would that count as catfishing?"

There was no time for Arris to give a proper answer however, as it seemed like Lysander was already kicking the operation into gear and Nilira was moving off away from the wall as soon as Lysander started to kick up a fuss. Get the IDs and head inside. That was the plan.

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[Varin Mortifer]

OBJ:3

EQUIPMENT: Eye of the Dragon, Black Blade of Chandrila, Heavy Mace, Heavy Phrik Plated Armor​

Varin stood towering over her, much more than most as he looked across the way at the bank. His eyes traced up and down the streets of Humbarine. It never got old to him how everything and everyone always moved so…normal before chaos and fires would erupt. The feeling of knowing whats coming before anyone else. She was an odd partner to have in this job seeing as they have not gotten along since the…casino incident.

He looked down at her as she asked if he was ready.

Varin placed his helm over his head and gave her a slow silent nod.

As soon as she said one his mouthpiece opened on his helmet and he let out a loud roar, lightning erupting from his mouth straight towards the doors of the bank, impacting with a loud rumble of thunder followed by the flashing heat then the scent of burnt ozone.

The doors exploded inwards as alarms started to ring and Varin pushed forward, drawing his blade with a sickening hiss from its sheath, he held it to his side as a couple security guards rushed towards the opening. With a quick slash the first one fell without a sound, after that first slash the wind with its momentum seemed to shift with it, sharpening itself into another honed edge as it trailed to the guard behind him, mimicking the previous strikes pattern.

The smoldering cloak spat up hot embers and fire light from his back as the heat from his body seemed to overtake the immediate area around him, causing folk to stumble back before they too would burn.

He looked over at Tamsin.

“Finally, some fun.”

Tamsin Starfall​

 

[Ghruna]

OBJECTIVE TWO

Anet Raine

The Humbarine TQM division manufactured weapons at scale. Corporate interests would relent to pressure and credits to work for anyone.

Troops loyal to Lord Admiral Far’kwaad had been stationed to ensure their loyalty. It was a sprawling complex, rings of fences and guard houses.

The front door to the western guard house burst inwards. The loyal soldier, having been kicked in the chest by a seven foot maldrani, went flying into the far wall.

The alarms blared.

"I have been told," Ghruna shouted as she stepped in through the broken door. She delivered a kick to the soldier's head.

"To tell anyone who works here to stay down during the change in ownership."

She activated her lightsaber.

 

[Anet Raine]

OBJECTIVE TWO
Ghruna

Anet entered the guard house behind Ghruna. The maldrani was accustomed to methods that she was not, and likely better with a lightsaber - which was why the half-pantoran decided to tag along on this one.

She walked over the dismantled door and drew her lightsaber. It ignited crimson with that telling snap hiss. She waved the weapon across the space towards terrified guards, many of them still scrambling to their weapons. One grabbed a blaster pistol from the wall. Anet reached out with the Force and seized it, yanking the struggling trooper's stubborn hand that just wouldn't let go.

"I don't think they're too happy with the restructuring," She tossed a smirk to Ghruna.

Then her eyes settled back on to the trooper, who was now wrestling the floating weapon with both hands as his feet dragged across the ground. Another rushed across the open space with a vibro knife.

"Shit!" Anet muttered.

She released the pistol and brought her weapon up. It hummed with one decisive swing and hissed when it made contact with the knife. The acolyte recoiled from the tension of her parry, slashing low and across the man's lower torso. It surprised her how easily the blade cut through plasteel and meat, even with her clumsy form.

The Force warned her not a moment too late when blaster bolts starting flying. She deflected one, sending it past the shooter's shoulder until it scorched the wall behind him. A second bolt ripped through her robe, grazing her waist. Anet gasped, more from fear than pain. Her heart raced, and she turned to reposition herself for the next volley.

How did people fight this way?! The scholar almost preferred Kirie's punishment to this sort of field work. Unpleasant and deadly it was.

 

[Arris Windrun]

OBJECTIVE THREE
Nilira Vornix | Lysander von Ascania

"Aesthetically? Yes. They looked terrible. I thought the point of pictures for Zinder was to make you look good."

Arris scoffed. "Oh, c'mon! It's..." She looked at them.

Honestly, they seemed better the first time, but the more she stared, the worse they really were. "It's art!" Still, she was defensive about it.

But when Nilira turned around to suggest that she looked more alive in her photos than in person, Arris turned and quirked a brow above piercing eyes. The audacity of that statement really caught her off guard. Yes, Arris hadn't forgotten their little conversation in the Dark Lands, where the acolyte described how the cyborg looked to her in the Force.

She was about to retort, but then Nilira went a step further.

"C-Catfishing?!"

Arris was loud enough to draw the attention of a passerby. They stopped, noticed the two in the alley, and gave the most socially accusatory look. The kind that could only be described as classist, derogatory, and disturbed. A hat trick of disgust. They turned their nose up, faced the sidewalk ahead, and kept walking... Albeit a little faster now.

The cyborg turned back to Nilira and lowered her voice. "Liste--"

But the acolyte was already moving ahead. Right. They had a job to do. Arris grumbled and followed after. Once inside, they would make their way to the refresher, where they would hopefully find Lysander had left the temporary IDs.

 

[Mercy]

OBJECTIVE ONE - BREAK THE LORD ADMIRAL

While others were playing higher-minded games, Mercy had committed towards the play she knew best.

Destruction and mayhem.

The Lord Admiral was on-board of the Revenant, some super fancy arse flagship, that he somehow managed to swipe from the Empire in the midst of their dissolution. So the story went anyway. Today was the first time she deployed an experiment of hers. In the direct aftermath of the War in the Core, Mercy had assembled a strike force that wasn't sourced from her Graspborn or any of the other Covenant troops.

It was a mistake to assume that every Imperial was a staunch follower of the doctrine.

Some, maybe most, were just men and women who were lured by the large paychecks and the stability that came with the job. Then there was a slice that enjoyed the power and authority the uniform gave them.

Those subsets didn't care who they worked for.

Lord Far'Kwaad was anticipating a disparate force of ragtagged Sith and meat for the grinders. Instead what reversed out of Hyperspace would put the fright in him. Destroyers, a whole host of them, supported by frigates, corvettes and cruisers. It was only one battle group (Mercy assumed, she didn't know much about these shenanigans, but Arris Windrun 's corrupt Alliance officers knew their shit) and yet they had assured her the surprise would work in their favor.

Especially... the additional surprise coming in later.

"Do I have to say something? Like... forward all batteries and fire at will?" Mercy drawled over her datapad while lounging in her chair. The Admiral next to her straightened out their posture.

"No, ma'am. We have it well in hand. Once we are in range, we will clear a path through the killing field for you. Then you can board and..." They swallowed there lightly. "Do what you do best, I suppose."

Mercy nodded along lazily.

"As you say, Admiral. Pretty title, by the way. Congratulations."

"Thank you, ma- my Empress."

"Good boy." She added absently while writing something down in the margins.

 

[Adean Castor]

OBJECTIVE: 1
TAG: Mercy

"Good boy." She added absently while writing something down in the margins.

Adean looked up from her own datapad, just barely avoiding releasing an incredulous snort as the title hit her ears. Her eyes had already widened, a silent 'oh chit' when the title of 'Empress' had reached her from the seat she'd taken. Now, she was caught between regarding this Empress with terror and insincerity.

Well, that was assuming she'd have to regard the Empress at all. Surely not something she'd have to worry about in her probably lowly position of...of...She glanced again at the terminal before her. Life support technician? Some different reading entirely? Perhaps she was just here to observe.

The tech beside Adean was hard at work observing data as it came in, so Adean did the same, processing little of it and keeping the other techs in her peripheral. When they moved, she observed. When they froze, she observed. When they pursed their lips, glancing over at the Admiral, she turned. "What is it?"

The technician beside her flinched at the acknowledgement, then straightened, their posture shifting not unlike a bird of prey zeroing in on their next victim. "News from the other ships. Deliver this to the Admiral, won't you?" They handed her a datachip. Chit. Chit, chit, chit.

Despite the internal panic, Adean took the chip, gaze steady as she rose from her seat to approach the Admiral in question, averting her gaze as she got remotely close to the Empress' chair. If I don't give a reason to be noticed, it won't be a problem. Just deliver the message and return to my, uh, duties.

She held out the chip, her other hand resting at her side in a sort of formal yet relaxed manner. "News, sir."

 

[Ghruna]

TWO

"I don't think they're too happy with the restructuring," She tossed a smirk to Ghruna.

Ghruna frowned at Anet.

"Oh yes! A joke. Very good."

She was not always particularly quick in what was her third language.

Ghruna simply frowned as a guard charged at them with a knife. She could only imagine that he felt brave right up until Anet carved a chunk out of him with a single swing of her blade.

Blaster fire cut down the corridor. Ghruna didn't unclip her lightsaber. She grabbed the trooper she had taken down with one hand. She held him up as a shield.

With her other hand she ripped off a piece of the door still on its frame and launched it back down the corridor. There was a cry of pain as to knocked over two of the troopers taking up firing positions.

Ghruna kept up her human shield and shouldered open another door.

She wasn't very adept at blocking bolts with her blade and - unlike her father Jhyrack - she couldn't shield her body from harm with the Force

"Let's find a way around."

 

[Mercy]

OBJECTIVE 1
Adean Castor

She held out the chip, her other hand resting at her side in a sort of formal yet relaxed manner. "News, sir."

Even as the Admiral dismissed her after accepting the chit, she'd feel the burning gaze on her all of a sudden.

"Hold on a moment." Mercy said casually, head tilting a touch, listening to Castor's voice and trying to figure out why it sounded so familiar to her. In a different time and place she wouldn't have paid it any mind. But right now the Empress was surrounded by ex-Imperials and ex-Alliance personnel she had not met before personally.

A voice that was familiar would be unique here.

Her arm, golden and terrible, unwound into tendrils and would suddenly move to try and snatch Castor from behind to draw her back.

"Why are you so familiar to me, darling?"

There was a memory, it was hazy and vague. A fight... yes, there was a fight. Cultists? And some sort of cavernous system. The woman in front of her looked rather similar to a gremlin she had met there, Mercy thought.

 

[Anet Raine]

OBJECTIVE TWO
Ghruna

"Oh yes! A joke. Very good."

Oh, how badly she wanted to keep the banter going. Too bad her attention was now entirely fixed on not getting shot.

When Ghruna used her victim as a shield, and suggested they find another way around, Anet's gaze flicked and she nodded. The acolyte deflected another bolt, she badly wished she knew how to aim her defense, so that it might be a weapon. Oh well. Not being shot to death would have to do.

Anet quickly scrambled beside the maldrani. Another follow-up shot struck her human shield. The shooter paused, likely because it just dawned on him what had happened. These weren't cold imperial stormtroopers, they were military dropouts who - be it for power or comfort or both - found a way to squeeze failure into commission. Jobs like this were meant to be easy. Likely, they never believed a day like today would have ever arrived.

She followed Ghruna through the door, impressed by the young woman's strength.

"Doesn't that hurt?" She had to ask.

Maybe small talk was a bit inappropriate given their circumstances, but the scholar was curious enough after watching her use brute strength so often.

 

[Adean Castor]

OBJECTIVE: 1
TAG: Mercy

"Hold on a moment." Mercy said casually, head tilting a touch, listening to Castor's voice and trying to figure out why it sounded so familiar to her.

Chit.

Adean froze, blood turning cold enough to burn in her veins. Her posture straightened, turning rigid. This wasn't happening, this couldn't be happening. The bridge was suddenly silent yet too loud all at once.

Yet as tendrils reached for her being, Adean had already steeled herself, instinct seeing the mask securing itself over the panic.

"I get that a lot, Empress." Her voice was even, practically out of stubbornness, as if she could speak the lie into reality. "Just one of those faces, I suppose." It was a gamble, banking on the Empress not placing their brief previous encounter. It was some time ago, certainly. Adean had grown beyond expectations since then. But would it be enough? Or enough to save herself if she was caught in the lie?

No longer avoiding eye contact, as if looking Mercy in the eyes would further prove that this was surely a different person, her head tilted a fraction. "Was there anything else you needed?"

 

[Ghruna]

Anet Raine

Ghruna glanced back at Anet. She looked genuinely confused by the question.

"It is a door. It hurts but not much."

She dropped the dead trooper. His armour was full of holes now, and she didn't need the extra weight if they were moving fast.

Ghruna looked down at her shoulder. The fabric of her tunic was torn, and she could feel the bruise starting to form on her pale skin.

"Fighting is supposed to hurt."

The corridor ahead opened up into a wide gallery. Below them, massive assembly lines were frozen in place. Sparks showered down from overhead where a heavy crane had been abandoned mid-swing.

There was a group of workers huddled near a pile of crates. They weren't soldiers, but one of them was clutching a heavy-duty plasma torch like a spear, his hands shaking.

Ghruna rushed down the corridor as the door further down started to open. The same guards trying to cut them off.

She didn't reach for her lightsaber yet. She simply grabbed the first guard through the door, tossing him over the railing. Then she shouldered the door closed.

It mostly worked, but a hail of blaster bolts peppered the door with holes. An alarm started sounding.

"Got any grenades?" Ghruna asked. She pressed her back to the wall as more blaster fire cut through the closed door.

 

[Lysander von Ascania]

Obj 3
Arris Windrun Nilira Vornix

The shout left him riding that brand of confidence he really should’ve stopped trusting by now.

Without a second to spare, he spun on his heel, coat billowing wildly as he darted into an adjacent corridor. For a second or two he even let himself hope the move might pay off. That was until the sounds reached him. Thuds of boots began multiplying rapidly.

He risked a glance back. None of the guards were veering toward the side door as one might expect. Their expressions were too calm, devoid of surprise and hesitation. They advanced down the corridor instead; countless eyes were locked onto him. Fingers appeared already half committed to the trigger.

The corridor stretched forward. As he hurried along, it became clear that no exits were offered, no maintenance doors. Nothing but a sealed panel at the far end.

With a graceful pivot better suited for a dance floor, he spun around to face the guards fully.

“Finally. I’ve been trying to get your attention. The intruder went this way!”

A flick of the wrist sent a signal beyond their line of sight, an attempt to direct attention. But not one of them bothered to look over their shoulder.

Boots kept their advance, and it became clear they hadn’t believed a single syllable that came out of his mouth. Well.. if he had to get busted up to buy them a few minutes, then so be it.

The curtains fell, signaling the end of a lackluster performance, and the facade of politeness slipped away. With instincts honed by a years of hand-to-hand combat, the teen's weight shifted, hips rotated, quickly finding that familiar balance. With one foot sliding back, Lysander narrowed his profile, ready for whatever came next.

 

[Nilira Vornix]

Tag: Lysander von Ascania Arris Windrun

"Art is subjective."

That was all she said Cold and to the point. Even as passerbys turned to look towards the pair, Nilira didn't seem to react to them. They could be disgusted if they wanted. It was pointless to react to it. Yet she coudln't help but find there was something amusing about the fact that she was the one moving ahead, as if she was in charge. Of course, she'd eventually have to wait for Arris to catch up, so that they could get the IDs together. She held her head up clearly enough to act as if she belonged here...Though the truth was far from that. Her gaze flcked off back towards Arris, folding her arms along her front.

"...Why did you even bring me along?"

It was a simple enough question. Nilira wasn't particularly skilled when it came to technology nor was she that skilled at finding out information. If anything, Kirie seemed far better at that kind of stuff than Nilira did. If you needed someone to be pathetic, or be a punching bag, that was what Nilira was the best at. So she was incredibly curious as to why Arris had thought to bring her along.

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[Tamsin Starfall]

Theme: Riot
OBJ: THREE: BREAK THE IMPERIAL DOCTRINE
Equipment: Twin Omens | Multi-Tool | Stars Enchained | Mind Crown | Z50
Tamsin Tag: Varin Mortifer | OPEN to others Joining

"Three…."

Even before she got to that count the fire branded idiot had crossed the expanse and blown the damn doors off the bank. People in the streets scattered as the door exploded into the bank. Screaming mobs of chaos trampling each other trying to free themselves from the hell breaking loose.

"Finally, some fun."

"FUN!" FUN!" she screamed across the street as her tiny legs pumped hard and fast and swerved through the trampling crowds. Dodging from getting stepped on as the wild chaos ensued already. The mask bouncing on her face blocking her eyesight she bumped and nearly got stepped on by a few people.

"THIS WAS NOT THE DAMN PLAN, YOU FRAKKIN ARSE HOLE!" Her feet finally got through the last of the crowd and pushed up the bank stairs. Alarms start blaring in both the square outside and inside the bank.

This was not the plan, not one bit what they had talked about. Granted it may have been effective in causing chaos as they were supposed to do. It was not what Tamsin thought they were going to do. Yet the Demon in her was having hell of a time feeding off the mayhem that manifesting all around them.

She came up the stairs of the bank as she did, she spun around Varin and as she did dropped into a slide on the freshly shined marble floor pushing through the debris the door. As she did, she swung the Z50 off her back and around to her arms. Pointing it towards the bank tellers.

She was sure they already knew what they were here to do did she really have to say it. Hell with it.

"THIS IS A STICK UP! WE WANT ALL YOUR CREDS AND VALLUABLES!" She looked back towards Varin whom she really couldn't her mask blocking her vision some. "If you don't…" She looked around in her little visibility range when she spotted a bunch of frightened people in a group. "I will have my cannibal muscle back there start eating people, he is very hungry and I might shoot you" Hopefully when they recounted this on the news later, they would mention one of the robbers was a cannibal.

Around them it was clear that several in the crowd were already calling emergency services. If they hadn't already been alerted by Darth Kine back there in what was left of the door way.

 

[Varin Mortifer]

Varin's head tilted at Tamsin as she squealed at the top of her lungs at him, someone of near child stature stomping over, shoving through the crowd. It was quite entertaining. Varin had half the temptation to hoist her up by her collar like some lost Loth Kitten and carry her to the bank, but he let it go.

When she finally made it to him screaming at him about the plan he simply shrugged.

“You simply asked for chaos and I merely provided. Surely you can't be this upset over a loosely made plan.”

In a presentation of acrobatics he watched the tiny one make her way to the bank tellers with a weapon that seemed way too big for her, Varin had to fight with every inch of himself not to laugh at the sight.

When she mentioned Varin being a cannibal he decided to play along.

“I like them rare and still screaming.”

He slowly walked up to the desk as a member of security rounded the corner.

“HOLD IT RIGH-”

Snap

Varin's hand outstretched toward him and flexed his fingers joking the man's head to the side with a crack, then his body crumpled to the floor.

He didn't even look at the life he just snuffed out. He simply leaned closer over the desk at the now frightened teller.

“Have you ever wondered what it's like to be in a microwave?”

His voice came out low and threatening. He was enjoying the bit, a little too much perhaps.

Tamsin Starfall​